Akdha FF: Feast of Memories (On Hold) - Page 18

Beautiful chapter yaar

Marriage in Amer yayyy...!!!

Dubai's princess's thoughts are nice and correct

I think Jodha's father is going to cause trouble in the shadi

How much I missed hamida banu😭

Love her snippets

Finally jo got to wear it

The update was chota sa

I want a bigger one that too jaldi jaldi

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Awesome update didi 💖

Loved the chapter

After a long time

So the marriage is going to held in amer🥳

Flashback were amazing 💖💖

And the thoughts of Dubai's princess were also nice

But I think so jodha's dad will create problems in her marriage

Hope so they can manage everything 🤞🏻

It was short update

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this was such a beautiful chapter....

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Chapter 32: Wedding Blues

Everyone was excited. There were guests. I was being introduced to quite a large number of people. Business associates of Ali Sheikhs. I wore a Cinderella blue outfit with silver design. There wasn't a heavy embroidery but it was pretty. There was embroidery but not like those in bridal ones.

"I must admit, Nasir, like always you have chosen the best daughter in law for your family. Only Ali Sheikhs can tackle their growing rival so easily." One of the men said. Abbu looked at me and smiled.

"Daughter in law? What daughter in law? I am just bringing my daughter to my home. About being business rival, a father is more glad when his daughter surpasses him. Aur jab beti itni talented ho toh usse zyada khushi kya ho sakti hai?" Abbu told them, putting an arm around my shoulder. I smiled. For a moment I got worried would he ask me to leave dad's company and join his?

"So, when are you joining the Ali Sheikhs at business?" Another associate of his asked.

"Akhil ji, the best thing about my daughter is that she doesn't leave anything unfinished. Until she takes her company to the top, she's not going make further plans." Abbu covered for me. I smiled. He took ahead. "I don't want to worry yourself with all this, bete. Don't mind them just like I don't mind them. People say what they want but one has to follow their heart when it is a matter that is important to you. Of course, take advices but in the end, follow your gut. You're quite intelligent and can make your own decisions. The important thing is to stand strong on it. Most men cannot handle a woman being so efficient. It makes them feel incompetent and that's why they try to break their spirit but don't let it fall. You're a Queen. Don't shout it, let them see it. No Queen needs to shout to prove who she is, a tigress walks and the jungle knows she's the queen of the jungle."

"I just worry that I'll fall weak against dad again, Abbu. I know he doesn't mean bad but he doesn't see past his over confidence. I admit that he has been handling the company for many years but everyone can make mistakes." I confessed to him. "Then the way he is with this wedding. I want him to like Jalal, Abbu."

He made me sit next to him.

"I also have a daughter, Jodha. It takes a while for any father to accept that there is a man whose opinion matter to her just as much as his or maybe more than his. To think that she wants to leave him behind and walk up with another man is difficult to accept. That's why they tend to bring a man they think will adjust according to him and hence she will still be his daughter before his wife. Ab tume Jalal AR pyaar hai. Is pyaar ke khatir tum shaadi karna chahti ho. Jalal tume pehle apna pyaar aur apni biwi samjhega. Na ki tumhare dad ki beti. Tum uske liye Jodha Ho. Heer Ho. Uske khayal yeh hai hi nahi ki tum Aakash Singh ki beti Ho. Pyaar hai toh is baat ka ilm nahi hota ki Woh kis ghar se, Kis khaandaan se hai ya Kis jahan ka hai. Sirf pyaar ka aashiyana hai. Jahan Tum Ho, woh hai aur tum dono ka pyaar hai. Abh yeh sabh dekh kar tumhare dad ko aise lagega ki unki laadli unse dur jaa rahi hai. He loves in a different way but he does. Spend some time with him. Take him out somewhere. Let him know that whatever it is, he will always be your father. He'll try to ease into it." He told me.

I hugged him. He patted my head.

"You know, when I first married Shazia, I was sure that there couldn't possibly be any other woman I could love as much as I love her. But then I held Sam for the first time in my hands and I knew that she has a hold on me that even my wife doesn't. Jaan chali jaaye gham nahi par meri Pari mujhse dur Ho jaaye, yeh kaise hone dun. To understand that one day she won't be Samaira Ali Sheikh but Samaira something else, it is a bit harsh. I had spent years in accepting this. Since the first time she told me that she had a boyfriend. At first even I disliked the boy a lot. I can't even remember if I had a conversation with that didn't seem like an interrogation. A while later, I started getting in terms with it. Took me four years to accept it. You never had that stage in your life, so all this is so sudden for him." He added.

They started playing music. He patted on my back. I got up and walked to dad.

"Mind to dance with me?" I asked him. He wasn't extremely happy but nonetheless accepted my offer. "I guess you're still angry with me."

"I can't exactly be the happiest. My daughter has literally asked me to step out of her life and not make decision for her."

"Dad, I have never said that I don't consider your advices. Except for this, tell me the one time I have ever not done what you've told me to."

"Exactly, Jodha. All your life, I have been someone to give you suggestions and today you've decided that it is not important to consider my permission."

I sighed at that.

"Dad, I give you my words. Three days. In three days you find me one thing about Jalal that seems wrong to you. I'll myself break up the wedding. Find me one thing that would make my life with him impossible."

"This is not a game, Jodha."

"I am not seeing it as a game but you're just not ready to open yourself and see him. Everyone can see how much Jalal loves me then why do you hate him so much?"

"I don't hate him. Just that I dislike him."

Dad and I danced together. Everyone seemed to think it was so cute.

"What has he done to make you dislike him, dad?"

"He took away my daughter without asking me first. Who gave him the right to do that?"

"It would be funny to think that anyone can take that away from you, dad. You are my father. Sanjay couldn't take from you so how can Jalal take it away from you?"

"Since the moment that boy entered your life, you've started to see me as a villian in your life. Everything that you do is in accordance with what he says. Neither am I a part of your life anymore, nor does my advice count."

"Sorry if I have made you feel less worthy, dad, but you've simply made up your mind. Nothing I say can change it."

I could feel those tears forming. I quickly excused myself. Outside, I broke into tears. I felt arms around me. She rubbed my arms to comfort me.

"Mom, why does he have to be so hard? After all these years he is saying that he think I have set him aside. If I didn't care about what he had to say then I would have run away and gotten married but I don't want to do that. I care that he has to be a part of my life." I sobbed softly.

"Bhabhi, have you seen bhai? What happened? Why are you crying?" Samaira came up to me quickly.

"Nothing..." I wiped off my tears. Samaira held my hands.

"Is it about Mr Singh?" She asked and mom nodded. She sat down next to me.

"Trust me, I've been there. Dad used to be really angry at me. He refused to speak to me but hardly would there be a day where he wouldn't come to check up on me if I was fine. I don't know Mr Singh but I know about how a father can get. They'll get so much more dramatic than us. I don't know how your childhood was but when abbu wouldn't get me my favourite chocolate, I would get really upset at him. I would refuse to speak to him and even refuse to eat dinner. Trust me, I would be starving for food but still wouldn't eat because of that stubborn. He would come and constantly try to please me. Dad acted the same way when he found out about my boyfriend. I had to please him the same way he would try to please me." She told me.

"He just seems to have decided not to like him at all." I complained.

"Baby, he's your father. He has that 'I have loved her first' thing going in his mind. If he's your father, you're also his daughter. Don't think it will never be fine. Be determined to let him see how much it means to you." She encouraged him. I smiled.

All of us returned inside and then saw Jalal sitting with dad. They were playing chess. I knew that dad can't beat Jalal. He's just really good at it. That wired part of his brain that has still parts of an emperor in him doesn't let him be defeated at Chess. He's just a great player.

Dad was a national level chess player. It is like his pride. Everyone was gathered around. My family was quite intently watching. I could tell that Jalal knew how to win even in the most difficult situation. He's played with the best players and still won.

"Heer, you can't just create a mess when you're losing. Come on." He complained. Both of us around 19 years old. Emperor and his Queen but still were childish.

"I'm doing that because you keep cheating. It isn't possible that I lose four times in a row." I complained.

"Heer, jaan, let's just admit that you can defeat me. I am supposed have great winning strategies. I am expected to run an empire." He tried to explain. I was really annoyed.

"You cheat all the time." I was adamant. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't cheat, You just lose." He commented.

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"I'm the Emperor. My word is final."
"I'm also the Queen. My word is just as valid as yours."

"Kitni ziddi hai aap, Heer? Abh haar chuki hai toh qubool bhi kar lein."

"Hum haare hi nahi toh kyu maan le?"

"Yeh sabko pata hai ki aap haar chuki hai, Heer."

I started throwing rose petals set in a water bowl at him. I laughed as the water dripped from his face. He gave me a look.

"This might not end well for you, your majesty." He threatened him. I took off instantly. He started running behind. He had the advantage of knowing all the shortcuts. He pushed me into the pool. I pulled him with me.

"What is happening here?" Maham Anga showed up.

"Nothing, badi ammi. Just that we decided to take a swim." He covered up for us. "Well, I got her here." He ran his hands through his hair giving an impression that whatever it was that happened between is majorly a husband-wife thing so that she wouldn't start interogating us or scold me for being so childish.

"It would be better if both of you go change. Jalal, if you want to do something with your wife, wouldn't your room be a rather private place for that? Going around here in the pool isn't the most romantic thing. Or at least doesn't sound to me." She pointed out. Not exactly scolding him but in a passive tone. Jalal laughed.

"Badi ammi, how old are you? I guess 52 years old. So, your idea of romance and mine are going to differ." He answered chuckled. She couldn't really say much to the Emperor. He was the King. Her laadla beta whose word is the law. He got out of the pool and helped. "Anyway, like you have suggested, we will go and change into dry clothes. Aadab."

It is a surprise with the way he handles Maham Anga. While giving her all the respect, he also knows how to do what he wants.

A moment later, everyone in my family cheered and clapped. Dad won. Jalal just let there be a smile on his face.

"I should know. You're a national level chess player, after all." Jalal boasted. I know for a fact that he lost purposely. Even his family knows that.

"Well, Jalal bhai is generally the best chess player. None of us have ever been able to defeat him. You must be really good." Abbu said with a smile.

"He is." Jalal added. Others went up ahead to other things since the match was over.

"I couldn't have ever met a Chess player who make such a silly mistake. You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Dad asked him. Jalal just smiled.

"You won the game, I won what I wanted to win. There are always stakes when you gamble, Mr Singh. So did I. You daughter is really important to me. If I had defeated you today then she would have felt bad but I'd rather win her smile and happiness by losing a chess game. There is no way for me to explain to you why she is so important to me without you thinking I'm crazy but as far as I understand, she is my soulmate. I couldn't find another person in this whole world to live with other than her." He answered to my dad.

"Acha, everyone. We're going to start the mehndi." Mom announced. Everyone started to get their mehndi done. The artist had come to design my mehndi. They all were busy with it. It was taking some crazy long hours.

"With the same, put just a bit of mehndi on Jalal's hands." Ammi told the woman. Jalal told something to the woman. When it was done, we realized that he had my name written on his hands.

"Jalal, you didn't have to do that." Ammi said laughing.

"Why not? Even bhabhi is getting his name writted on her hands. Good job, bhai." Samaira decided and patted on her brother's shoulder.

"Naam toh dil par likh hi chuke hai hum sanam ka, phir haath par likhane mein kya hi harz hai?" He said and everyone went "Ohhoooo..."

I was already hungry but both my hands and legs were already being filled with mehndi. Most people were having dinner. The food smelled really good. Sakshi, Jatin and Samaira were eating right before me.

"I'll get some food for you." Abbu offered. He was also feeding ammi.

"Hatiye, abbu." Jalal pushed him aside.

"What is this? Why are you pushing me?" He asked Jalal.

"What? You feed your wife and I will feed mine. Yes I know you love taking the title of being the Best Husband but leave some space for other people." Jalal told him. Ammi laughed at that.

"Of course he is. Because he's such a wonderful husband, that is why you're this lovely." Ammi added. Jalal rolled his eyes at her.

"Get used to them being romantic wherever it seems well to them. Matlab yeh bhi koi baat hai? Main ek lauta beta hun unka aur mere important day par saari attention kha rahe hai." Jalal commented.

"It is not my fault if I'm that amazing, bete jaan." Abbu pointed out.

"Please, excuse me. I know your secrets. Don't make me spill them." Jalal tried to blackmail him. He chuckled.

"I know some of yours, beta. You wouldn't want your mother to know them. So, we rather keep silent about them. Because if you're going to start, I'm going to end it." He retorted. Jalal gave him a look. I broke into laughter. I have never met anyone who could shut Jalal up. Even back then, there was no one who could match his wits or get away with his creative acts but Abbu is on another level. "Baap Baap hota hai." He added. Everyone laughed at that.

"See, you don't go joining his team. You're supposed to me my team." He added.

OMG AMAZING...!!!

Such a cute chapter

I mean the cutest ever

Abbu and Jodha's talk was the best part

She needs to understand his pov

Dads get real emotional over their daughter

Jalal is after all Jalal

He can never be disappointing

I just love him

Wait I think I have told this before

He is soo magnetic

Best chapter

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Missing heer and jalal moment

Try to give us some snippets of rose and storm

Pretty please🥺

Awwww

Abbu's and Jodha's talk was so cute

And Jalals purposly lost and his talk to Jodha's dad after

Abbu's teasing to Jalal... Great 🤣

Such an amazing chapter 💖

wow it was great.........👍🏼

the abbu is such a delight , how beautifully explains to jo but her father huh different case , i feel there is something more .

& jalal ohh she is damn lucky , he is sooo greatly in love with her ....❤️

while his parents , another beautiful couple & jalal.....😆 no wonder abbu is abbu .

Awesome update didi 💖

Loved it

Such a cute chapter it was

Jodha and abbu's talk was really cute

Jalal purposely lost to jodha's father to win her smile

Haar kar jeetne wale ko Baazigar kehte hain

Loved the flashbacks

And at last abbu's teasings to jalal awesome

Continue it soon

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Chapter 33: The Love Strikes

The room was filled with women. Mom, Ammi, phoophi, Jalal's dadi, my dadi, Sam, those 16 cousins of theirs, Sakshi and a few other women. Rhea and Daisy were out after the mehndi with drinks and hence were taken to their rooms. Everyone in the room was wearing a shade of purple. They all dressed comfy. The memo was wear anything comfortable in shades of purple. Sam was dressed in lavender nightsuit. The only one wearing bright yellow outfit was me. My shorts and top had written 'Mrs' on them. The back of the night robe said 'bride'.

"Okay, beautiful ladies. Its me, Sam, of course everyone knows me. So without further adieu, let's start the party. This evening and night is for our beautiful Jo. I'm going to start with Jo's mom. Mrs Sharma, I'm going to be forever a huge fan of yours for giving birth to this amazing and sweet marshmellow of a human who you named Jodha. More thanks to you for letting me and mom take her to our home as mom's daughter in law and my sister in law." She started.

"Sam, you're already setting her as your in law. That is kind of not sweet...." Sana, one of the cousins teased.

"If I say Jo is my sister, Jalal bhai will murder me. I have been given very clear notice that I'm supposed to call her bhabhijaan. So, I cannot address her as my sister." She answered. Everyone laughed. "Back to the main thing. Next thing is that I'll thank Jo for taking half the trouble from our head. Because Allah knows Jalal bhai can't be handled by just two of us. So now we have Jo to help us. It is going to be passing the parcel. When he gets too much for her, she can throw that to mom. When mom has had too much she can pass it to me and I'll pass it back to Jo. Jo, baby, welcome to our crazy family. We look all sophisticated and grand but we're honestly crazy. Dadi there get out on four glasses of vodka. It is dadajaan's trick when he wants to give us a slip up." Everyone laughed. Kainaat Ali Shiekh rolled her eyes at her. "I'll give it to our dear bride's mom."

"For a long time people always asked me if I felt bad that I couldn't have a second baby. Honestly, I didn't feel like that at all because my sweet baby had always been enough for me. It was a surprise that I ever got pregnant because with my medical problems, I wasn't expecting to be able to bear a child. So, I had always maintained that my Jodha was a miracle to me. She's been one of the most loveliest girl. She was always high on sugar. Always up to something new. Curious and mischievous. Yet, I had loved every single moment of that love. Soon after I had my divorce, she had grown silent. For the longest time, I thought that maybe I had made a mistake and it effect my daughter but at every step she had supported me and loved me the same. I saw her grow into an intelligent, competent and successful woman. Her childhood ended quite soon and maybe I feel bad about it. There has never been a moment that I haven't been proud of her. Jodha, I love you and I always will. All I wish is that you have all the happiness in the world." Mom gave her short speech and kissed my forehead.

"I remember a six year old Jodha sitting in my room and asking me how I knew that my husband was my prince. I told her that the day your heart feels that there's no one who could be more understanding towards me after I meet someone, then that someone is your soulmate. Several years down the line, I see Jalal Ali Sheikh in a party with my Jodha. In that moment, anyone seeing them could have almost sworn that it seemed that they could read each other. Watching her grow up before me. I've seen her grow from a mischievous little girl into a serious woman who always kept herself busy. Now, I see that little girl in her who loves to fly. People say that love changes people. I have always believed that love bring someone out of their shell. And watching Jodha now, that belief has become stronger. It that same cliched feeling that 'Meri bacchi kab itni badi ho gayi pata hi nahi chala'. I am going to miss seeing you everyday." Dadi said.

"Uff...kitna emotional ho rahi ho, dadi. I'll come to see you." I told her hugging her from the side. She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I have to thank several people for bringing someone as lovely as Jodha into our lives. I can't think of anyone who can make us all so happy than her. Jodha, I'm glad to have you in our lives. It is going to be different journey to be married and become a part of a family you weren't born into but I know we're all going to stand by you." Ammi said and kissed my forehead.

After that one by one everyone gave speeches.

"Okay, now that we're done with a few words for our lovely bride. We'll start with something that is our family tradition. Ali Sheikhs have a long standing tradition of spoling their daughter-in-laws. The standing proof of it remains, dadijaan and mom. We have pre-wedding gifts and post-wedding gifts." Sam announced. "All the gifts will be unwrapped here." Several boxes were brought forward.

"Seriously? I already have so many gifts." I commented.

"Get used to it, Jo. This is a start. It is something of a challenge. Like everyone is expected to outshine the previous member. Like dad has to come up better than dadajaan. I have to get better than phoophi. Mom had to up dadijaan and so on... So, this is the beginning. We Ali Sheikhs take challenges seriously." Sam said.

"Jodha, do you generally have such humility because I have never come across anyone joining our family and not demanding more gifts." Inayat commented. I chuckled.

"I don't devulge into demanding gifts as such." I answered. I started choosing boxes. The one I chose was from abbu.

"Oh.. dad's gift." Sam announced excitedly. I unwrapped it and there were several books, a feather ink pen set which had my name on it, some official documents and a beautiful dress. I opened the document while all the girls went over with the dress. I was actually surprised. He brought shares in my company and gave it to me. He brought 20% shares from the company and gave it to me.

"What is that?" Sakshi asked.

"Abbu gave me 15% shares in my company." I said surprised. It technically meant that I owned a large share of stocks in the company. The 15% of shares. Arjun Khanna had bought 10% of shares in the company and earned a seat in board of directors with that. Dadu had 35% of shares in company. Dad owned 15%.

"Doesn't that mean you've one up that dude you hate?" Sakshi asked. I nodded my head. I still couldn't believe it.

"I don't know what to do, abbu. The company is my dadu's life's hard work. He's spent 50 years of hard work in building it. Now, as I see it, it is dropping down. Dad is seeing the amoung of shares that are being brought. I know he's seeing the financing capital we would need to expand but I feel it is more important to see the kind of people we're including in it." I told him while having a conversation.

"Jodha, when we run a business, we decide our goal ourselves. You're competent. Don't let others waste your hard work. If it is your grandfather's 50 years of hardwork. There is also additional 13 years of your hardwork. Leaving behind all you have wanted as a child to stand up and make the company stand strong. Don't let one man decide the result of your hardwork." He told me. "Woh kehte hai na, tu apna kaam kiye jaa jo hona hai woh toh bas Khuda ke chahne se hona hai. Leave what could happen to God. You just give your 100% with what you do. I myself have 20 years of experience. We all go through periods of stress and worry about our hardwork. Don't let that define every aspect of your life."

I smiled. I then picked up the next gift. I opened all of them one by one and they were so wonderful. Everything almost more surprising than the last. Sam gave me a jeweled box. Last one the took was Jalal's.

"Oh... Jalal bhai in the last." Sam said chuckling. There was a snow globe toy. I broke into laughter when I saw that. It was the exact way I had reacted when I first saw snow in Kabul. Then there were a few bottles of perfumes. Guerlain. Each bottle had a specific name. First of them was Shalimar. The infamous perfume. The second was named Heer. I popped open the head. The smell of Amer. Smell of sandalwood with smell of the deserts and mogra and roses. It smelled like the chidhood of Amer. The third one was named Agra. One of the most unforgettable scent. It exactly smelled like his room. I didn't even realized that his room had a smell of its own. The smell of flowers in angoori bagh, incense that was lit in his room, the smell of wine and the softest hint of his perfume. Every single morning in his room exactly smelled like that. The fourth one was named Shy Bride. It was the perfume that I wore. The final perfume was named Ranjha. It was the signature of his scent. After that there was some jewellery. A turquoise dress. It was beautiful. There was a small music box.

Everyone started partying after that. Cracking jokes about married life. Soon everyone fell asleep. The morning got hectic with everyone dolling me up and getting everything ready.

By the time marriage rituals were done with, it was night.

He sighed as we sat in the corner.

"I swear, if I had to sit a few more hours, I would have gone mad." He complained. I chuckled.

"I am really hungry now. It was almost like I hardly had time to eat with so much happening." I added.

"I've already told Ammi. She's sending us some food." He assured. Soon, the waiter came with a plate of food. We kept it between us and started eating. Both of us were eating like starved kids.

"We don't realize how amazing food is until we've been hungry." I commented. He chuckled.

"There is different kind of hunger in me." He winked at him. I blushed softly.

"Can you eat without making innuendos?"

"Of course not, baby. Though. Did you like the gift I sent you?"

"It was amazing. I didn't realize that a perfume could smell like memory."

"It does."

"I'm surprised you actually remembered all those scents."

"Of course, I do, Jodha. What I wanted to gift you is the memories that are related to you. The perfumes are ones related to Heer. The turquiose dress how I first saw you. At that mausoleum. You scared wits out of Sam and I couldn't move from my spot. I hadn't been able to forget that first sight of you. The music box has the music that we danced to when we actually met at that party."

"I couldn't have thought anything more beautiful."

"I can..." His wink gave a mischievous hint.

We finally finished eating.

"Now that we're done eating, can we go to our room?" Jalal asked. Everyone laughed.

"Someone's getting too eager to go to their room... Baitho thodi der yaha. Sabh baat kar rahe hai." Phoophi teased him. He gave a grin.

"Phoophi, kyu bekar mein kabab mein haddi ban rahi hai. Jodha and I have better things to do." He answered. I elbowed him. Everyone laughed. "Kya? Honestly..." He teased me.

"Kyu aisa kya karna hai aapko?" A kid asked.

"Well..." I put a hand on his mouth.

"He's just talking about going to sleep. Thakh gaye hai. Toh use sona hai." I answered.

"Bacche se jhoot bol rahi. Hawww...." He teased me.

"Baccho ko aisi baatein nahi batae hai." I commented.

"Achha??? Aisi kya baatein soch rahi hai?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Jalal... betejaan, aap apni khwaishon ko itni jaldi hawa na dein. Abhi nikaah bacha hai." Ammi teased him.

"Ammi, what kind of torture is this? I've gone through so many hours of sitting at one place not doing anything. You can't say that I can't spent time with her." He complained.

"Shehzaade sahab, yeh aapki chahat thi ki dono tehzeeb ke hisaab se shaadi ho. Hume duhai de ke kuch haasil nahi hoga." Abbu teased him. Jalal looked at him.

"Yeh mujhe yaad rahega, abbajaan. Do pyaar karne walo ke beech aa rahe hai..." Jalal tried to be dramatic. Abbu laughed.

"Aapki betaabi aapko sone nahi degi. Behtar hoga ki aap dil ko samjha le." He teased him.

"I will see you later." Jalal said that in a playful threat to Abbu. "As of now, I'm going to take break from all of you and spend a few moment alone with my wife before you all step in again."

He took my hand and we went outside. We had just walked into an empty corridor and he pinned me to the wall.

"Jalal, what are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?" He asked. His voice declared his intension. I put my arms around his neck. "My intensions are quite clear. Ab zara apne aashq ko aap apne iraade bhi bata de. Thode aapke armaan pure karne ki khwaaish hai aur kuch apni iraade pure karne ki..."

I smiled at him.

"Hmmm... filhal toh humara iraada aapki baahon mein rehne ka hai. Aage aapki marzi.."

"Marzi puch rahi hai humari? Aapko toh pata hai ki humari iraade aasmaan tak pahuch jaate hai."

He pushed himself closer to me and stared at my lips for a moment. His eyes then met mine.

"You know... your eyes are almost hypnotic. I just can't think of anything else when you look at me like that. That hungry little wild cat look in your eyes. The look when you know you're going start playing games with my patience. You know you're going play with me till I loose it." He whispered.

"Well, what fun is letting someone take what they want so easily. Ishq badta hai, ishq ke sir se upar hone se, jab tak saanson mein ishq ki hawa na mile, tab tak aashiq ko aashiq nahi kehte hai." I answered. We just stayed closed to each other. I could feel his heart beat against my chest. He rested his forehead against mine. Lingering silence was heavy with the feeling of finally being with each other. The closeness of kiss teased him. The air between us thick with desire. I put my hand over his mouth and started with kissing his cheeks. The going further down his jawline. The lower part of his jawline. Going back up his cheek, right below his ear. I let my fingertips tease the back of his neck. I felt his breath hitch.

He grabbed my hand and tried to kiss me. I dodged in time and escaped from his cage from under his arm. I pushed him against the wall. He sighed. I put my hands on his shoulder, one arm distance between us. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. He was about to kiss me but I put my hand over his eyes. Linger the kissed right near his lips but not exactly going there. Slowly letting my cheek brush against his beard. The way he gripped my waist, I knew he was going insane. The beast right under the skin. Almost close to exploding into crazy. He was the ever impatient lover and I couldn't help but tease him to his line of control. Exactly as my fingertips teased his beard, he grabbed my jaw and kissed me.

He turned me against the wall and the kiss was forceful. He was already past his ability to control himself. His hands traced up from my waist to my shoulder. He trailed his kisses down my neck and loosened my necklace as he proceeded towards my collar. I pulled him away before he could leave a mark.

"Easy, tiger, easy. You're leaving any marks on me." I told him. I felt his grin. His eyes locking into mine.

"Uff... I don't think I'll be getting any sleep tonight, jaan." He whispered to me. He turned us around. He was against the wall and I had my back against his chest. His arms tightly holding me close to him. I put my arms over his. He teased his fingertips on my waist. I felt ticklish and broke into giggles. After a moment he stopped. "You better know that you're not going to get any sleep after the moment we're finally in the same bed." His whispered in my ears. I blushed and smiled.